Authors Note: It's been a long time since I've written a story or submitted anything to . This is the somewhat dramatic, humorous story of what might have been about the Song of Ice and Fire. Most everyone is the same, a few parentages have been changed around and some personalities quirked. This story doesn't really have a plot, it's kind of just flowing but it'll no doubt find it somewhere. I'm not even asking you guys to give it a chance! Just enjoy it, or flame it, I don't particularly care. Anyway, Enjoy!
~Silver
Chapter I | The moment Rhaegar begins to regret everything
Rhaegar Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andal, Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, The Last Dragon, Father to Aegon and Rhaerys and husband of Elia Martell; absolutely hated tourneys. The weight of it upon the budget of the kingdom, the upstart knights and lords who drank too much and fathered too many bastards. Their daughters who attempted to slip into Aegon's bed to become queen and the knights who lusted after his daughter. It was no small feat to be king, something he neither wanted nor cared for at all. Simpering lords trying to gain a foothold in the kingdom, the wars and the battles that they all lusted for, the Kings Justice that they begged for. It made him ill, it made him drink and write sad songs. The upside was that Elia always made it a point to sleep with him whenever he grew melencholy, but beating Rhaerys in a horse race worked as well. Spending time with Aegon was more exhuasting than anything for him.
But here he was, watching his son enter the melee, now that was a barbaric sport if there ever was one. No honor in chaotic fighting. But he supposed it matched a battle well enough that enough men pissed their pants to stop attempting to go to one.
Robert Baratheon obviously was having far too much influence on his thoughts it appeared, well him and Oberyn.
He wanted as the formerly mentioned Lord's son strapped on his armor, staring up longingly towards their box and Rhaegar searched for where his eyes laid... 'Of fucking course...' Arya Stark, the most wild lady in Kings Landing, beautiful like her aunt, none of the lady-like qualities of her mother, all the spirit of her Uncle Brandon and all the Stark looks of her family. It appeared that the Black Stag was smitten, he almost felt bad as he watched his violet eyed niece and the Wolf Girl intertwine their fingers together, ice and fire if there ever was a matching. He immeditatly wondered what Catelyn was thinking when she saw them together after Arya and her mother being apart for close to eight years now. They giggled light heartedly, though he knew that the Desert Wolf really wanted to join the tourney, she even stormed her Uncle Oberyn's office with her Bravossi sword and three guards on her tail before she was bodily hauled out by her cousin Jon Martell. It was actually rather hilarious seeing the Red Viper being held a sword point by a girl who barely reached the height of her riding pony who stood at 5 hands. But of course this was beyond the point that young Gendry Baratheon, the Black Bull, Heir to the Storm's End was smitten with a girl who was trapped in the claws of a dragon. Though he had to admit if there were two people who could get that girl away from his youngest sibling it would be the Baratheon, the other he'd rather not think about him getting to the flint eyed Northern Girl.
However his attention was drawn to yelling and he knew it was Ser Joffery Hill of the Vale, bastard son of Cersei Arryn, suiting up with his squire a boy named Dickon Rivers of the Twins Crossing, one of the many insufferable Frey boys with the receding chin, high voices and beedy eyes. His guilded silver and gold armour and a long well tempered sword gave away his noble roots though he was a bastard, Joffery clouted the boy with his metal glove before pulling it on and drawing his sword, no doubt getting ready to lose by a more ready hand than his own. Why Jon Arryn put up with the Bastard or didn't put him out of the Moon Door was beyond Rhaegar but he wished someone would off the lad soon. He could see Edric Dayne speaking with Loras Tryrell, a pair of charmers no doubt but neither would join the melee lists, their fathers feared the deaths of two important sons, an heir and a possible Kingsguard. He supposed Gendry ought to not have been listed either, but Robert Baratheon didn't care, he had two other sons already even if Robin was weak in the head. But then again Gendry would always rise to fight in the lists if a tourney was around, just to keep his own blood pumping and his skills sharp. One must fear his wrath or however their words went.
Oh Rhaegar was far too deep in his cups this time around.
He scanned the area again before finding the creepy pale eyes of Ramsay Bolton, Legitimized Bastard of Bolton and a downright creep. He was part of the Northern delegation that brought along Smalljon Umber who already smashed his way through the jousting tournament and Cley Cerwyn who took second in the swordsmanship tourney just the day before. Then there was Dacey Mormont, who was listed in the melee as well and Rhaegar could see her grin on her face as she hefted her mace and axe in each hand covered only in boiled bear hide and rough iron with no helm. Northern people, what in the Seven Hells were they even made of? Then there were the Greyjoys, Asha and Theon each taking first and second in the archery tournament much to the disappointment of the peasants who cheered on an Anguy Hawkseye, mystery competitor who took third and three bags of silver with him. His eyes roamed further to Arianne and Rhaerys in deep talks with Jon pointedly glaring at the back of Aegon's head. Aegon had of late been trying to get under Arya's skirt, he son better be careful lestt he end up with a good beating from his cousin. The Seven only knew how close Jon and Arya were, or even worse his own Aunt Daenarys who was now whispering in Arya's ear. They were just about as subtle as Renly and Loras.
He heard the horn blast and watched with little attention as all the competitors rushed the dusty ring and he could hear a long screech of an axe on cold steel as Dacey Mormont quickly struck down Joffery Hill and made a beeline for Renly who was locked in arms with Ramsay Bolton and his dastardly knives. Gendry had made quick work of other lordlings including Dickon Tarly who went down with a smack of a hammer to his gut. Next thing was Renly down, then Ramsay as Gendry crossed arms with him and knocked him out with a clean blow to the jaw. One could hear Robert's bellowing from the dais bellow his. Dacey was next as some knight made a grab for her teat making her growl and shot forward only to be caught by a wayward swing of a mace the knocked her to the ground bleeding from her arm and head. Arya and Asha were now screeching, while Daenarys and Mya attempted to calm them, though Arya looked ready to take up arms herself. Elia Sand was absolutely destroying the knight that knocked out Dacey before joining her in the dust from an uppercut to the jaw. Gendry it seemed hadn't given up and was bellowing as he knocked men left and right, his black and gold armour rippling under the sunlight something fierce in the sun. Until someone managed to snap the wooden arm of his hammer. Then it all grew quiet as Gendry began to dole the out with his armored fist, knocking out several lords before he stood in the circle of fallen warriors, his helmet long since knocked off as he stood proudly as his father and the Storm Lords began to chant his moniker over and over again.
'BLACK BULL! BLACK BULL! BLACK BULL!'
Rhaegar watched amused as Gendry took the carefully chosen pure white roses and walked towards the Royal Dias towards Arya who looked positivly murderous. A pert grin on Gendry's face as he wipped away sweat from his forehead and tossed the crown onto her lap, Dany laughed loudly at the face the Stark girl made. The Targaryen princess took the wreath from her lap and placed it on her deep brown almost black curls and grinned as Gendry bowed lowly to the Royal Family as well as the girl he had crowned.
It was going to be an interesting time at court for the next few years it seemed...
Alright let me start things off by clarifying a few bloodlines really fast...
Lyanna Stark married Oberyn Martell
Jon Snow Martell
Robert Baratheon married Lysa Tully
Mya
Gendry
Edric
Robin
Catelyn Tully married Ned Stark
Robb
Sansa
Arya
Bran
Rickon
Cersie Lannister married Jon Arryn
Joffery Hill
Myrcella true
Tommon true
Stannis Baratheon married the Selsye Folrent
Shireen